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[shotdeadinmy]

Leave a fuckin' message. Maybe I'll get back to you.

[ ooc; yes. uhm...that was nice. ok, so leave whatever you like! please indicate whether it's text, video, or audio -- etc etc blah blah ]

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[ phonecall ]

[gothily]

[ Stocking wrinkles her nose at the gruff voice on the other end. It should sound familiar to her, but at the moment she's too busy jonesing for some sweets to really do the math.

She clicks her tongue, thinking this place has really got to work on their service, before sighing impatiently. ]

Hello? Anybody there? Not even bothering to include their service hours...

Whatever - I'd like two orders of vanilla roll angel food cake, three chocolate truffle tarts, and a pint of whatever flavor ice cream is closest to you.

If you're not here in 30 minutes, there's no tip for you!

[ phonecall ]

[shotdeadinmy]

[Yeah he doesn't really recognize her voice right away, but how can he not? He had just ended their conversation not too long ago, so her voice is pretty fresh in his mind.

He pauses a moment, then grins at an idea just blossoming in his head. Obviously all the terrible ideas he gets are ideas he should totally act on.]

Uh-huh, right...the closest one. Gotcha. Oh, and where do you live, ma'am?

[gothily]

Air district. [ Apparently.

There's some rustling on her end as she stands and walks about the apartment. ]

I'm going to be around but if I don't answer right away, the door will be open anyway so just let yourself in.

im assuming we're gonna move this to a log or something?

[shotdeadinmy]

All right. Room number? [maybe he should try disguising his voice a little....]